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Keriss, generally, spawned the way she is now. She didn’t have a childhood. So I suppose it’s up to you.
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Keriss, generally, spawned the way she is now. She didn’t have a childhood. So I suppose it’s up to you.
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Drama. Drama everywhere.
You have no idea.
@Lauder I don't understand, isn't Kril'Tal meant to have survived Keriss' killing spree? This post seems to suggest Keriss killed him, but this earlier post suggests he survived. Or does Keriss believe she killed him, not knowing he's alive?
The hain did survive and Keriss does not know. Granted we haven’t been updated on how he has been since his depression. I think a post soon will provide some insight.
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The Samgolan Patriotic Party
The war was over and all the other political parties had begun their attempts to unite the people and become the new leading power in the country. However, not all the parties had been active once the civil war had come to a close, the Samgolan Patriotic Party, a largely liberal nationalist party which promoted Samgola becoming a competitive power in the world market and thoughts of democracy and the inalienable rights that all Samgolans had, had not immediately been present in the political game. Instead they had chosen to await for all their members to gather in Kamidye in order to elect a representative to the party, being delayed in trying contact old important members who had gone into hiding from the militias that had formed.
Yet, the party election had taken place, and a Samgolan-raised, Christian had been elected as the voice of the party and as the running candidate of their new democratic system. His name was Xirsi F. Sahra, a fifty-three year old veteran from the civil war, constantly had been seen in political activity even before the civil war, but had been much less eager in his work than he is now.
Xirsi F. Sahra
However, the party’s following was small and as some would say radical, Xirsi would instead say, “overly optimistic to get started in making a proper Samgola.” After an interview into the the party’s delay in arriving on the political scene, Xirsi answered, “We had many delays, our brothers had to come from every corner of the country, some couldn’t come out of fear of being targeted by the Islamic militias that walk our countryside. So, when the deadline for members to arrive, we held our election and I won. That is all there is to it.”
Later, it was found that Xirsi had travelled to Modiali with his crew, wanting to establish themselves with the states of the nearby capital where they believed it was more likely for their party to gain support. It was announced later after his arrival that he would be holding a speech rally.
Upon his arrival to the stage, his more radical of supported clapped and hollered there praises even before the speech began, no doubt probably driving away some of the more casual viewers of the politics there. “My brothers and sisters, I am here to talk about massacre that has occurred in Kolodam, by the militias that were supposed to protect their fellow Samgolans. This is an affront to the very foundations of what we as a people should stand for. Islamic, Christian, what does it matter? When people like those who attacked Kolodam are let loose, it does nothing but further divide us as a people. “
“They wish to radicalize those who support them and kill all those who should oppose them, and the Samgolan Dawn defends these, quote, misunderstood people, end quote. What is it that is defensible about those who have committed this heinous act? These militias are showing that they believe themselves above the law, destroying the very foundation of our currently delicate system. Should they continue to be this way then every radical like them will continue to slaughter fellow Samgolan’s.”
“Brothers, sisters, we must band together in this time of conflict within our great nation. We must show that we are Samgolan, even if religion divides us, I promise that I will lower the amount of these militias in the nation to prevent another senseless slaughter like this one. Do not support those who would defend the cause of this, the Samgolan Dawn, we must become one people should our new system of government survive and the Dawn wishes to take away religious freedoms. The militia attack is not a cry for help, but an attack against our great nation!”
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I wasn’t aware this was a thing.
Why was I not aware of this? Might as well make a thing I suppose.
Why was I not aware of this? Might as well make a thing I suppose.
Clan Metalbeard
F) Improve resources/technology
The axe, it seemed like something that the very spirits themselves and it seemed whatever was here had called Ava to the mountain. While Grogrim wanted the axe for himself, it was clear that the spirits had chosen Ava to bear the axe, granted there may have been some right that he had to the old axe to prove his legitimacy or something, but that wasn’t the dwarf that he was. With a sigh he picked up the axe and flipped it in his hand, the handle facing Ava. She looked at him with a confused face before Grogrim let out a light-hearted laugh.
“I believe the spirits want to give this to you,” he spoke, Ava’s face shifting to surprise at the offer.
“M’lord… I-I can’t, that axe belongs t’ you royals,” she protested before Grogrim essentially thrust the handle into her hands, forcing her to take it. The other dwarves looked on in awe at the display, tears being brought to Ava’s face at Grogrim’s act of kindness. However, now was not the time for tears, for they all still had a task to complete.
“We will continue north once more, if we cannot find something soon then we will double back to the Glimmering Mountain,” Grogrim ordered, turning back to the group, “We will bury these dwarves though. Give them a proper burial before we depart.”
And with that the group had their orders.
Back home with the mines now reopened and bringing in a new influx of ores to supplement their new creation of proper forms for the spirit. The dwarves would need a refinery to well, refine the ores into a better material, something more comfortable and cleansed for the spirits to bless them with. It would be a task, but the dwarves would be able to easily construct this, afterall a refined spirit was more easily tempered than one simply taken from the ground. Both Black-hand and the Council were in agreement over the subject, a rare occurrence given both parties hated each other.
Black-hand would oversee the construction of the refinery and the council would work to make into more of a temple with grand luxurious design on the interior so that the spirits may be properly honored.
It seemed that the spirits were smiling upon the dwarves lately.
Clan Mawnsta
Turn 0, The Hottgug Festival
It had been ages since the old Chief-Shaman had been a part of any festivities, not having been one to waste precious time on such fun and merriment. He sat in a hut which had been converted into what could be called a bar for the Hottgug, simply drinking as one would do in such an establishment. However his fun was disturbed by a pair of younguns who were flexing their muscles and inadvertently started a fight, Seereyes had seen this disturbance coming. It was only a matter of time before the entire bar would be fighting one another, as orcs do in this time.
While it was fun to fight, Gozgum was not in the mood to fight such inexperienced fools who were not very much into the mystical side of nature like he was. The Orc shifted in his stool a bit before reaching for his dark, twisted metal staff and knocking one of the young orcs over the head with it. The one who was hit stumbled and hit the ground, now unconscious. His challenger roared in protest, “That was my challenge, old fool!” It seemed this one was clearly too drunk to realize he was talking to a chieftain of a clan, not any chieftain either, one with magical ability.
With a sigh, he turned his hooded head towards the young orc with piercing milky white eyes and a long snow beard. He rose to his feet to meet the Orc who roared and attempted to throw a reckless punch, he sidestepped the punch and hit his challenger upside the head. It was a knockout.
Gozgum couldn’t help but laughing at the two orc’s attempts to outclass him. He raised his drink into the air and roared, “To Hottgug and to a merry time more!” The shaman was met with cheers from all around the bar, entertained by the short fight and the toast from the chieftain.
The shaman went on to finish his drink and went off to find the other chieftains, wanting to return to his homelands and plan.
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My ledger is already up there Theo XD
I didn’t notice that the OOC was up until I woke up today XD
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